footsteps where will you end up the kitchen the bathroom come back to me in bed no footsteps just quiet where eyes meet and do not speak.
It’s the sound of the voice descending that gets me every time. It is so hard for me to hear. Still I must say “no” when I must. I cannot do for others if I am putting myself out or putting my priorities behind another’s. I will learn to hear a voice descend and acceptContinue reading “Disappointment saying “no””